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Exactly How It Has To Be

Speck of light that flickers in the dark Only seen when you don’t directly look at it In a flash, an inspirational thought That this is exactly how it has to be

We’re in a walking sleep from which we may awake
And be no longer hypnotised by the ‘norming’ state
To find our idiosyncratic grace

Are there times you doubt your senses and feel displaced ?
When you’re searching for a home and only see the mess you’ve made
Then simply go outside on a clear night, and raise your eyes.
Simply go outside on a clear night, and raise your eyes.

Who will beg for food ? Who will live like a clown?Who will violate the norms and turn over rocks ?The truth must be found at all cost

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When The Daydreamers Lead The Way

I dream of when we, as one, set foot
Upon the soft earth once again
And do away with the hard tarred road
That only moves us faster to the big empty hole

A crazy flight of fantasy
Miracles to modern minds
I’ve been dreaming of the day
When the daydreamers lead the way

Let’s take off our shoes and touch the earth
Let’s take off our shoes and touch the earth

It seems you’re yearning for what, at times
Kills you in slow motion
As fingers slowly trace the spine
The twists and turns will keep us guessing

It’s the ebb, it’s the flow
It’s the holding back , the letting go
Let’s take off our shoes and touch the earth
And the knowledge that went underground for a while
Let’s take off our shoes and touch the earth
Sole with soul

I woke from yet another fight for my life
A fight for my right to belong
The being and longing are inseparable
The moving sea of my song

I dream of when we, as one, set foot
Upon the soft earth once again
I dream of the day
When the daydreamers lead the way
When the daydreamers lead the way

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The Stranger We Fear

I want to be that man who treads with lightness through these lands
I want to be that man that you may trust to lead your hand
I want to be that man who sees connection in everyone
I want to be that man that serves a world, not a nation

I want to make a start to regard the brother in each man
Regardless where his reality lies, from castle to refugee camp
I want to be the man who dreams in harmonics , songs of peace
Cuts free his rage, and loves the brother from the land that bleeds

Oo, oo ,oo …
The harmonic songs of peace
Oo, oo ,oo …
Love the brother from the land that bleeds

I want to be that man who sees the journey in your eyes
And speaks up when you have no voice, and demands your right to equal lives
I will do all I can to take adventures to join these ends
I want to be that man who makes the stranger we fear my friend